Truth Eternal
©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson
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He approaches the podium, earnest gaze,
blue eyes bedimmed by gentle haze,
to speak of lasting things and true,
pure testimony shining through.
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Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.
Belief Is a Garden
©2023 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Mike Erskine on Unsplash
Belief is a garden our hearts choose to grow.
Hope is the rich ground we need.
It takes testing and tilling, feeding and filling
to raise up the truth that we seed.
To Sing the Song of Redeeming [Unconditional] Love
©2023 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image by Fa Barboza on Unsplash
Born of God’s love, we are born into love;
then love is born in us, if we are wise.
Good seeds are given, but it’s ours to plant them,
to raise them underneath uncertain skies.
Angels Watch – and Wait
©2023 Susan Noyes Anderson
When Todd is watching me, I hope he sees
more things that please than things that give him pause.
I would not cause him grief – that’s my domain –
but surely human pain feels softer there,
where earth and flesh and loss no longer reign.
A Sacred Purpose
©2023 Susan Noyes Anderson
My photo of the LDS Temple in Newport Beach
Today, this long-awaited day,
such bright son-light emerged!
A sacred purpose was fulfilled
as heaven and earth converged.
Love Is a Braid
©2023 Susan Noyes Anderson
LOVE IS A BRAID
image by Tamara Bellis on Unsplash
Stranded we are –
lone shafts of golden grain,
bowing and weaving,
laid low by wind and rain –
raised to bright sky.
Out of Sorts
©2023 Susan Noyes Anderson
repentand-seekchristjesus on Unsplash
I think my skin is on backwards
or maybe inside-out.
It feels too tight; it feels too loose.
It makes me wanna shout.
What Is a Father?
©2023 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash
What is a father meant to be?
A haven, a refuge, a sheltering tree,
a pathway to follow, a good name to share,
a standard to hold up and faithfully bear,
a teacher, a mentor, a gift from above
to guide us, to lead us, to lift us with love.
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